Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1887-07-29
LIKED SINGING. BUT
Stranger Who Was Disposed to Avail Him
self of the Congregation CourteSips
Arhansaw rrar.lar

Stranger Who Was Disposed to Avail Him
self of the Congregations COurteSieS
Arkansaw Traveller
Congregational singing may carry the
appearance of brotBerly love and sisterly
regard (it there is such a thing), but it is
somHtlmes far from entertaining to the
person who takes no part in the perform
ance. Recently, at q very fashionable
place of religious worship, where many
unframed and unmusical voices ran riot
over persuasive tunes, a man who knew
more about the grain market than of
"buckwheat notes" lifted up his presumed
voice to assist in the prest ntatiou of
hymn of long and halLowed standing. 4
modest but determined looking fellow
who stood just in front of him turned
around, touched the singer on the arm
and said:
DO you lvie in this town."
Yes" the singer replied, after allowing
his voice to fall to the floor.
Are you member of this c0ngrega
tion?'
81 am, sir
Us it not one of the aims of this
church to treat strangers with marked
cOurtesy?H
1T is"
''Welt, then. will you please do me a
favor?'
Certainly, if it is within my power.
What can do for you2'
"Hush!'
"Hush?" the singer gaspe3,
That's what [ said"
''Is it possible sir, that you don't want
a man to sing?"
"Oh, l don't mind mans singing;
don't care how much he sings, but /
don't want him to give himself up to such
distressing noises as you have been max
ipg?"
My gracious alive has it come to such
a pass that man can't sing in his OWL
church,"
1T has come to such pass that you
can't sing in any church."
You are insulting, sir"
"And you are tormenting."
IF you don't like my singing --'
81 tell you that I've got no objections
to any body's singing
"Weli If you don't like me, you -~--
Got no objections to you"
By this time the hymn was finished and
the congregation sat down; but pretty
soon another hymn was announced. The
! annoying singer again lifted his voice.
The man in front of him turned and
touched him on the arm.
What do you want with me- sIr?'
!. "Want you to hush.'
Il came here to sing, and --"
why don't you sing, then? Don't ob-
Ject to your singing, understand, but to
tell you the truth, your voice carries me
back to a time when | was very unhappy,
time wheH | raised hogs in the south,
and, sir, since then, whenever | hear any
| thing that sounds like --"
II won't worship in the same house
with you, sir" said the singer. Il will
leave this place
Thank you" the stranger replied, and,
| smoothing out the unpleasant expression
| from his face, he sat down and gave him
self up to the enjoyment of the sermon.
Hard Story to swallow.
Chicago Herald.
Two boys were flying kites out on
Kingsbury street yesterday afternoon.
One OF the lads, whose name was Yessup,
called his father out of the house to wit
ness the flight of the paper things. When
! about foar hundred yards of string had
been put out the Yessup boy asked his
father to write message and send it up
to the kite. The old man sat down and
wrote thus.
Send some rain. YEssUP."
The message climbed up the string. A
bird circling high in the air winged its
way 20 the bit of paper, which it peeked
viciously. An hour later the kite was
hauled in by the boy. The paper was in
tatters, the only part of the message re-
naming intact being that part of the sig
nature. Yes" Two hours later a SOU
easter came up and rain fell in torrents.